JIM.
You try to take any shoes offa me!
LIGE.
(Pacifying them) Aw, there ain’t no use of all that. What you all want to start this quarreling for over a little jokin’.
JIM.
Nobody’s quarreling…. I’m just playin’a little for Daisy and Dave’s out there clownin’with her.
CLARK.
(In doorway) I ain’t gonna have no fussin’round my store, no way. Shut up, you all.
JIM.
Well, Mayor Clark, I ain’t mad with him. We’se been friends all our lives. He’s slept in my bed and wore my clothes and et my grub….
DAVE.
I et your grub? And many time as you done laid down with your belly full of my grandma’s collard greens. You done et my meat and bread a whole lot more times than I et your stewed fish-heads.
JIM.
I’d rather eat stewed fish-heads than steal out of other folkses houses so much till you went to sleep on the roost and fell down one night and broke up the settin’hen. (Loud laughter from the crowd)
DAVE.
Youse a liar if you say I stole anybody’s chickens. I didn’t have to. But you … ’fore you started goin’around with me, playin’ that little box of yours, you was so hungry you had the white mouth. If it wasn’t for these white folks throwin’me money for my dancin’, you would be thin as a whisper right now.
JIM.
(Laughing sarcastically) Your dancin’! You been leapin’around here like a tailless monkey in a wash pot for a long time and nobody was payin’no ’tention to you, till I come along playing.
LINDSAY.
Boys, boys, that ain’t no way for friends to carry on.